by ryanc | May 6, 2011 | Short stories
The End of the World, or something like it, happened on a Tuesday night between the hours of 4:00 and 9:00 PM. I was not around to witness it because I was eating a sandwich. But most other people on Earth did witness it, or so I would assume. They witnessed the...
by ryanc | May 6, 2011 | Short stories
The first time i saw the machines, i nearly laughed out loud. Here were these walking tin cans with TV aerials sprouting from their heads, lumbering down the street like a men in big metal suits. They each had two corrugated dryer-hose arms that bowed out into black...
by ryanc | May 6, 2011 | Short stories
Last night, i met Satan in a dark alley. i remember thinking that it was such a typical place to run into someone of that ilk, to the point that i felt a little embarrassed. Running into Beelzebub, say, in a grocery store or at a soccer game would have been so much...
